"Minute" by Deborah Poe

Deborah Poe, PhD

From High Watermark Salo[o]n Vol. 1, No. 1
(to be included in her collection of poems Our Parenthetical Ontology)

now the sensual infrastructure,
like a cashmere blend
in the dark, lies unshaken—
circuited through the gigantic

 nap, pillow, branch
smooth, hold, leave

(quartz
                moves)

The minutes burst
out with goodbyes

you never cease to amaze
with what you say never
speaking a word.